Thursday, May 3, 2012

Love, in stages

Love, the romantic kind, comes in stages. It begins with one curious look . . .


Initially reciprocated with contempt, disgust, or, worse, indifference . . .


Until people around them start to notice . . .


The spontaneous spark that erupts when they are together.


How can he take his eyes off her when he is too intoxicated with the idea of her?


And how, after the first stirrings of romantic interest, can she refuse his sweet and grand gestures?


At first she feigns anger or hatred or disinterest, but he remains unperturbed . . .


His efforts pay off when she finally says "yes" to him. Who else on earth can be happier?


But they have some bad days, too. Sometimes attraction often inevitably turns into replusion . . .


Even to the point of . . . nausea.


Many thanks to the babies, Isabella and Mark Twelve—yes, that's his name—for being so cooperative during the entire photo shoot. (Kids, if you're now able to read this, I just want to say: this had your parents' blessing.)  I had so much fun writing the captions. Oh, what one can do with pictures!



Blogger Unknown said...

I have baby photos just like this. His dad once asked me to consider reviving our kindergarten engagement if we're both single when we reach age 29. :p

Fri May 04, 09:44:00 AM GMT+8  
Blogger Hope Larot said...

this is soooo funny, Lance! Poor Isay and Mark... being at the mercies of all the titas who have all sorts of ideas ;-D

Fri May 04, 10:48:00 PM GMT+8  
Blogger Lance said...

That's practical—a contingency plan!

Sat May 05, 09:19:00 PM GMT+8  
Blogger Lance said...

Crazy, crazy ideas, Tita Hope. ;D But, come to think of it, the kids might thank you eventually.

Sat May 05, 09:20:00 PM GMT+8  

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